2 Serv. So will I. 3 Serv. And I will see what physick The tavern affords. [Exeunt. War. Accept this scroll, most gracious sovereign; Which in the right of Richard Plantagenet We do exhibit to your majesty. *Glo. Well urg'd, my lord of Warwick;-for, sweet prince, An if your grace mark every circumstance, You have great reason to do Richard right: At Eltham-place I told your majesty. 160 K. Henry. And those occasions, uncle, were of force: Therefore, my loving lords, our pleasure is, That Richard be restored to his blood; War. Let Richard be restored to his blood; So shall his father's wrongs be recompens❜d. Win. As will the rest, so willeth Winchester. K. Henry. If Richard will be true, not that alone, But all the whole inheritance I give, 170 That doth belong unto the house of York, I gird thee with the valiant sword of York: And rise created princely duke of York. Rich. And so thrive Richard, as thy foes may fall; And as my duty springs, so perish they That grudge one thought against your majesty! 181 All. Welcome, high prince, the mighty duke of York! Som. Perish, base prince, ignoble duke of York! [Aside Glo. Now will it best avail your majesty, Amongst his subjects, and his loyal, friends; K. Henry, When Gloster says the word, king Henry Glo. Your ships already are in readiness. ¡f ] [Exeunt all but EXETER, Exe, Ay, we may march in England, or in France, Not seeing what is likely to ensue. This late dissention, grown betwixt the peers, Burns under feigned ashes of forg'd love, And will at last break out into a flame: 'Till bones, and flesh, and sinews, fall away,. So will this base and envious discord breed. (200 And now I fear that fatal prophecy Which, in the time of Henry, nam'd the fifth, Was in the mouth of every sucking babe That Henry, born at Monmouth, should win all; And Henry, born at Windsor, should lose all : His days may finish ere that hapless time. [Exit. SCENE II. Roan in France. Enter JOAN LA PUCELLE disguised, and Soldiers with Sacks upon their Backs, like Country men. 1 Pucel. These are the city gates, the gates of Roan, Through which our policy must make a breach :Take heed, be wary how you place your words; 210 Talk like the vulgar sort of market-mén, That come to gather money for their corn. If we have entrance (as, I hope, we shall), And that we find the slothful watch but weak, I'll by a sign give notice to our friends, That Charles the dauphin may encounter them. 1 Sol. Our sacks shall be a mean to sack the city, And we be lords and rulers over Roan; Therefore we'll knock. Watch. Qui va là? Pucel. Paisans, pauvres gens de France: [Knocks. 220 Poor market-folks, that come to sell their corn. Watch. Enter, go in ; the market-bell is rung. Pucel. Now, Roan, I'll shake thy bulwarks to the [Exeunt. Enter Enter Dauphin, Bastard, and ALENÇON. Dau. Saint Dennis bless this happy stratagem! And once again we'll sleep secure in Roan. Bast. Here enter'd Pucelle, and her practisants : Now she is there, how will she specify Where is the best and safest passage in? 229 Reig. By thrusting out a torch from yonder tower; Which, once discern'd, shews, that her meaning is→ No way to that, for weakness, which she enter’d. Enter JOAN LA PUCELLE on a Battlement, thrusting out a Torch burning " to Pucel Behold, this is the happy wedding torch, . A Bast. See, noble Charles! the beacon of our friend, The burning torch in yonder turret stands. Assi Dau. Now shine it like a comet of revenge, A prophet to the fall of all our foes in tlit & man! 289 If Talbot but survive thy treachery: A Jami Fiij An Alarum: Excursions. Enter BEDFORD, brought in sick, in a Chair, with TALBOT and BURGUNDY, Within, JOAN LA PUCELLE, Dauphin, without. Bastard, and ALENÇON, on the Walls. Pucel. Good morrow, gallants! want ye corn før bread? I think, the duke of Burgundy will fast, 'Twas full of darnel; Do you like the taste? 250 Burg. Scoff on, vile fiend, and shameless courtezan! I trust, ere long to choke thee with thine own, And make thee curse the harvest of that corn.. Dau. Your grace may starve, perhaps, before that Bed. Oh, let no words, but deeds, revenge this treason! Pucel. What will you do, good grey-beard break And run a tilt at death within a chair? 260 Tal. Foul fiend of France, and hag of all despight, Encompass'd with thy lustful paramours ! La Becomes it thee.to taunt his valiant age,ob And twit with cowardice a man half dead? Damsel, I'll have a bout with you again,{ Or else let Talbot perish with this shame. Pucel. Are you so hot, sir -Yet, Pucelle, hold thy peace.b11 If Talbot do but thunder, rain will follow. [TALBOT, and the rest, whisper together in Council. God |